that one gay

thinking about feeling sylus's skin through his shirt.., the warmth and power there still tangible beneath the fabric. small intimacies like that are important to meee,,

running your hand down his clothed back, then sneaking it underneath his shirt and feeling his bare skin beneath your palm. so soft with just a bit of give to it. feeling his muscles flex under your fingers as he moves to thread his own through your hair in return. i just want to touch him so bad i might cry. Tbh..

you express interest in touching him intimately for the first time, and you receive a flirty, cocky response in return, but are also given full access. sylus is taken by surprise when instead of reciprocating his heated words, you press your cheek against his chest, over his heart, and run your hands up his sides beneath his shirt, your eyes closed in quiet focus. you treat him as a delicate treasure to be worshipped and revered and valued in a way he's never properly experienced before. he'd soften so sweetly and hold you close, enveloping you in his larger form and pressing a kiss to your temple. enjoying the feeling of your small hands exploring their new territory.

feeling his hand gently pressing against the small of your back when you get distracted in public, guiding you. holding his hand to avoid being separated in a crowd, then keeping them like that even as you leave the crowded location. playfully swinging your joined hands a little bit and enjoying his amused response. going to a concert with him and letting him cover your ears when the music gets a little too loud for you. the size of his hands compared to your head making you flush a little bit.

he always runs warmer than you, so you tend to lean into his touch whenever he offers it. he finds this adorable, and sometimes likes to see how far you'll lean when you're too tired to realize he's messing with you. eventually your sleepy protests win him over, and he wraps you back up in his embrace and gives you all the kisses you want.

ᥫ᭡ etched in the surface mizuki ver

ᯓ★ synopsis your boyfriend’s going down on you for the first time after months of dating and sees your old scars ❀ tags gn reader. mentions of past self harm. nsfw. angst/comfort/fluff. mizuki slipping the fake idgaf mask off divider by @/pixopix

you’re breathing heavily against the counter, hands on his shoulders for stability, feeing him press his lips on to your stomach after sneaking into your shirt.

“can i?” mizuki’s muffled voice comes out, giving open mouth kisses down your waist while his fingers fiddle with your pants, waiting for a response.

taking in a deep breath, you lift up your shirt to see him smirk up at you.

“now i’m tempted to say no.”

he frowns at you rolling your eyes, before you sigh as if you’re making a hard decision.

“yeah, whatever, you can.”

mizuki pouts, hands smoothing up and down the back of your legs. “yeah, i need something more enthusiastic, babe.”

you let out a half scoff—half laugh, “yes, please.” he snickers, bowing his head a bit to nip at your belly before he starts unbuttoning your pants.

damn, this is really happening, you think. months of dating and you’re finally gonna feel his mouth on you. the thought of it gets you a little excited.

mizuki hums pleasantly, like he won a prize before letting the clothing fall with a ‘plap’ on the floor.

“you’re hot.” he murmurs, teasingly kissing over your underwear and sliding his palms to your thighs, about to slip them off before he pauses.

confused, you look down to see a thoughtful look on his face.

“what is it?”

you dont get an answer, feeling him hesitate from the way his body language slows.

another question dies on your throat when you see feel him rub his thumbs up and down the bumps on your skin. across lines that are far too consistent, lines that are far too straight.

he’s tracing them with so much precision that you feel like a deer caught in headlights.

suddenly, you feel a bit awkward. you’re not insecure of your scars, but seeing mizuki being wordless by it… the silence brings a little bit of anxiousness out of you.

his thumbs ghost over them softly, eyebrows a bit scrunched, as if he’s having a million thoughts bouncing around his head. you laugh despite yourself, “still think i’m hot?”

you hope the joke can mask the unease in your voice.

mizuki takes a moment before he can look you in the eye, and the tenderness in there doesn’t go unnoticed.

“course i do…” he whispers. and it seems that his sudden tone of affection surprised even himself, so he looks back down, leaning close to press his lips on your thigh.

your breath hitches.

he peppers soft kisses on your scars, movements slow, ready to stop if you ever seemed uncomfortable.

mizuki closes his eyes and nuzzles into your hip, reminding you of a cat.

“i was pretty horny—“

the sudden absurdity of his comment makes you raise your brows, mouth threatening to curl up.

he suddenly looks up to meet your eyes, “—but now i just wanna… take care of you. like— like, making love kinda thing. ‘s that weird?”

you’re unable to hold yourself back, hands coming up to hide your mouth as you chuckle.

mizuki frowns at that, “okay, message received. you think i’m weird.”

it only makes you laugh more before he stands up to put his hands on your shoulder, eyes intense as he takes in your amusement.

“not funny, babe. i’m tryna be a good boyfriend.”

you shake your head, feeling your eyes moistening before coming closer to hug him, head burying into his neck. “you’re a good boyfriend. the best.”

mizuki sighs, lips pressing to your temple but you can hear him smiling too. he pulls back, looking down and snickering at the sight of your pants still pooled around your ankles.

IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.